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Poetry.
May the waves hear my bark to the pole ! From these much-injur'd shores may she sweep ! For , tho' blood-stain'd , keen thought swells the soul . And the arrow , remorse , rankles deep . Ye Britons , who proud o ' er the lands Your liberty raise and your laws , Be just—wash the stain from your hands
, Give the woes of wrong'd Afric a pause . Shall man fellow-mortals enchain ? Shall Christians make traffic in gore ? Shall Britons , who boast freedom ' s train , Bring slav ' ry and death to each shore ?
Elegy On The Death Of Brother John Mills, Comedian, Of The Theatre Royal, Hull.
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF BROTHER JOHN MILLS , COMEDIAN , OF THE THEATRE ROYAL , HULL .
BY THE SAME .
SLOW strikes the death-bell in yon Gothic tow ' r , Sad Ocean echoes to the mournful sound , The drooping clouds a gloomy tribute pour ^ And wet with heav'nly tears the hailow'd ground . Thro' bustling streets the dreary murmur runs , And swarthy Labour rests the dripping oar ; Commerce awhile withholds her busy sons , While Sorrow stalks along the dusky shore .
Ah , well may grief the moisten'd eye-lid close . ' Well may the sorrowing strains of anguish rise ! For he who oft beguil'd you of your woes , Untimely struck , in shrouded paleness lies . I mark'd stern Death ,- in ghastly pomp array'd , The slow-averting victim ' s step pursue ; I mark'd the dart his bloodless arm display'd ;
I saw the deadly vial which he drew . Insatiate tyrant ! the dire venom falls , The swelling poison * spreads with deadly strife ; Xo , the pale torrent pour—the sight appals ! — O'erwhelming ev ' ry radiant port of life . Near yon white surf by tides impulsive mov'd , Her shining ivy chang'd to murk
y yew , The Muse sits mourning o'er the form she lov'd , And wets the lifeless clay with holy detv . Alas , how chang'M from those triumphant days That spoke the empire of the comic queen 1 When her lov'd favourite improv'd the lays , And thund ' ring tributes shook the plauded scene .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
May the waves hear my bark to the pole ! From these much-injur'd shores may she sweep ! For , tho' blood-stain'd , keen thought swells the soul . And the arrow , remorse , rankles deep . Ye Britons , who proud o ' er the lands Your liberty raise and your laws , Be just—wash the stain from your hands
, Give the woes of wrong'd Afric a pause . Shall man fellow-mortals enchain ? Shall Christians make traffic in gore ? Shall Britons , who boast freedom ' s train , Bring slav ' ry and death to each shore ?
Elegy On The Death Of Brother John Mills, Comedian, Of The Theatre Royal, Hull.
ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF BROTHER JOHN MILLS , COMEDIAN , OF THE THEATRE ROYAL , HULL .
BY THE SAME .
SLOW strikes the death-bell in yon Gothic tow ' r , Sad Ocean echoes to the mournful sound , The drooping clouds a gloomy tribute pour ^ And wet with heav'nly tears the hailow'd ground . Thro' bustling streets the dreary murmur runs , And swarthy Labour rests the dripping oar ; Commerce awhile withholds her busy sons , While Sorrow stalks along the dusky shore .
Ah , well may grief the moisten'd eye-lid close . ' Well may the sorrowing strains of anguish rise ! For he who oft beguil'd you of your woes , Untimely struck , in shrouded paleness lies . I mark'd stern Death ,- in ghastly pomp array'd , The slow-averting victim ' s step pursue ; I mark'd the dart his bloodless arm display'd ;
I saw the deadly vial which he drew . Insatiate tyrant ! the dire venom falls , The swelling poison * spreads with deadly strife ; Xo , the pale torrent pour—the sight appals ! — O'erwhelming ev ' ry radiant port of life . Near yon white surf by tides impulsive mov'd , Her shining ivy chang'd to murk
y yew , The Muse sits mourning o'er the form she lov'd , And wets the lifeless clay with holy detv . Alas , how chang'M from those triumphant days That spoke the empire of the comic queen 1 When her lov'd favourite improv'd the lays , And thund ' ring tributes shook the plauded scene .